Stress Relief

Rating: Explicit, ABO Dynamics, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena, Omega Andrea.

Description: After Andrea walks in and discovers Lena (gasp) cheating on Kara with Supergirl, Lena strikes a bargain that leads to a night of complete debauchery between the three of them.

Tags: Established Supercorp relationship. This is a whole lot of filth. I hope you're ready for a long list. This fic contains: Lena in heat, Breast play, Fingering, Oral (on Lena), Anal sex (on Andrea), Oral on Kara (including some kissing after oral), Begging for turns because that's what everybody chose on the threesome poll (though I'm sure this will also appear in other fics that are just Supercorp), Vaginal sex, Jealousy, Lena uses the word slut in reference to herself once in this fic.

Word count: 8,837

After months of rebuilding their friendship, and deciding to enter into a romantic relationship with one another, Lena had become accustomed to being Kara’s primary source of stress relief.


While being National City’s hero was a hard work at the best of times, it happened to be Kara’s day job that was causing trouble. Andrea was in the habit of heaping on extra assignments, and then tearing Kara’s write-ups to pieces, or otherwise passing her articles off to William Dey. Whenever Kara texted about her miserable situations, Lena felt responsible.

Lena started to rack up quite the credit card bill by purchasing a new lingerie set every time Kara was distressed about some journalistic endeavor. A fair number of pairs became collateral, torn to shreds before they even made it into her drawer. After a particularly terrible week, she would have a dozen pairs of ripped panties and a cunt so wonderfully sore that she had taken to sitting on a pool float at work.

Matters became even worse one afternoon when Kara sent her a message just after lunch: Andrea moved my desk. I’m sitting next to all of the interns now. Are you free now?

Lena had an appointment recorded on her calendar, but she never had the chance to check it.

Supergirl landed on her balcony, her feet planting in a wide stance, and Lena could see there was already a massive erection beneath the Super suit. Lena shoved her chair back and stood up, and that was as far as she got before both of Kara’s hands were rooting up her skirt.

“Rao, Lena, you’re always so wet, so turned on,” Kara breathed out with gratitude, and pulled one hand free to see the copious slick that gathered on her fingertips.

Lena never ceased to delight in a lunchtime rendezvous, though she hated the tension in Kara, even if it made the alpha’s cock so ramrod hard.

Kara opened the front of her suit enough to release her shaft, and Lena braced herself for the first thrust. The tip spread through her tight muscles and stuck in deep as Kara raised her up and down.

“You feel so good inside of me, I could do this all day,” Lena groaned and gasped at the furious pace of their rutting, how Kara bounced her on top of her cock with no qualms over the loud noises she made.

Lena whimpered like she was in heat and gripped the desk in her weak clutches, only to relinquish total control to Kara.

Bringing her over towards the couch, Kara only put her down when it came to re-positioning her.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip as Kara removed her blouse and flung off her bra, then handled both of her tits like she had missed them.

Kara stared her in the eye while bending down to lick and suck on her nipples, and the force of her mouth wrapping around each one of them almost sent Lena straight into orgasm. She moaned from the pressure of it, and how her cunt responded like Kara’s lips were actually on her clit.

“Have I ever told you this is the best part of my day?” Kara asked with her face buried in Lena’s cleavage, her mouth giving fickle attention to an areola as she yanked down Lena’s skirt.

Her panties were the last to go, glossed in so thick a personal lubrication that Kara tucked them into the Super suit like a prize.

“Is it?” Lena asked and then bent over with her hands on the armrest of the sofa. Her inner cunt lips were parted and dripping, stretched from their brief coming together. “I think this is the best part of your day.”

“I’d never argue that point with you,” Kara conceded and stepped up behind her to position her cock between Lena’s pussy lips. She entered Lena while cradling her breasts in both palms.

With hard and rapid rocks, she filled Lena’s cunt to capacity and their true rutting began. It sounded like someone was taking a belt to her from the loud slaps of Kara’s thighs striking so fast against her porcelain skin. The echo of it would travel down the hall and no doubt make her assistants talk, and if her moaning became too loud, Kara would hold her mouth and explode inside of her before she screamed.

The satisfaction that Lena’s omega felt in those moments was unequaled, beyond what she imagined in her days as no more than Kara’s friend. She needed Kara to dominate her, to pull at her hair and show superior strength. Her head was full with ideas of what Kara could do with her if the right mood struck, if the sex turned even rougher.

“I bet you never knew I’d be this much of a slut with you,” Lena breathed without even registering her own words until two contrary occurrences happened at once: Kara’s hips stopped moving and she simultaneously pumped a bunch of hot seed inside of her.

Her nasty talk must have offended her sensitive girlfriend, but the strange thing was that Kara immediately began to pop a knot. The sizable bulge was nearly too big for her and Lena blocked her mouth with her wrist as a moaning whine vibrated in her throat.

She was about to check in with Kara when suddenly the door swung inward and Andrea stood across from them.

“Oh—oh my god,” Andrea uttered, so taken aback that she froze and just looked down at Lena’s bare chest.

“Fuck off Andrea,” Lena snapped and attempted to cover herself, doubly humiliated because of what she had said to Kara, and because of the fact that her former boarding school friend was looking between her legs at Supergirl’s tremendous knot.

Andrea exited without apologizing for her interruption, and Lena remembered that the meeting she had failed to check on her calendar was with her old friend. They were supposed to discuss some kind of joint venture between Obsidian and L-Corp at Andrea’s request.

Lena could smell Kara’s terror as she blurted, “You don’t think she recognized me, right?”

“Oh, she wasn’t looking at your face when she was completely distracted by your knot,” Lena huffed, her most jealous pheromones circulating through her office before she could help herself.

“Lena, this is serious. Andrea already hates me and makes my life a living hell.” Kara’s panic caused a premature reduction to her knot, and she slipped out so soon that she left Lena messy between the thighs. “What are we going to do?”

“Absolutely nothing,” Lena replied, calm enough for the both of them as she stood and straightened out her spine. She pushed at Kara’s shoulder and guided her towards the mirror on the wall. “All she saw was Supergirl. She’s just going to think I’m cheating on Kara.”

It turned out that Lena had guessed correctly. She found that out a few hours later when Kara returned to work and Andrea texted her.

I’ve been thinking about what I saw taking place in your office today. I’d like to propose a little bargain. Set me up with Supergirl and I won’t tell Kara what you’re doing behind her back. I assume all of this is because Kara has been spending so much extra time at work. To sweeten the deal, I promise to make Kara’s life easier here at CatCo. Refuse and I’ll bury her in even more assignments.

Lena sucked on her teeth as she read the message twice. It confirmed her suspicion that Andrea was intentionally riding Kara’s ass at work… which led to Lena coming up with a terrible and twisted plan: she could switch things up and let Kara ride Andrea’s ass instead.

She sent Kara a brief text about it: Just received a message from Andrea. She’s blackmailing me and says she’s going to make your work life even more dismal if I don’t set her up with Supergirl. I can tell she wants your knot.

OH NO!!!! Kara typed back dramatically with an unnecessary amount of exclamation marks.

Lena hesitated before sending her next text: I was thinking you could just fuck her once and we’ll forget that this ever happened.

Are you joking??????? Kara replied, with even more question marks and an emoji of a puke face. She hates me.

Hate is a strong word. I think you need an even stronger one. She despises you, but as Kara. Not as Supergirl.

Lena typed out her whole message just to delete it, and instead wrote: It’s just hard to get on her good side.

If she was an octagon, I wouldn’t believe 1/8 was a good side! Okay, that’s not entirely true, but she really loves seeing me squirm. She loves it, Lena. Kara’s text message showed she was still typing, and after a long pause, another message popped up on Lena’s screen. Why are you suggesting this, anyway? Are you that worried about Andrea making my life harder?

Maybe, Lena responded, and her thumbs hovered over the letters for a minute as she thought of a way to elaborate. I don’t think it’s worth taking the risk. Besides, Andrea and I messed around a bit back when we were in boarding school. I thought if you did it once, I could join you. It might even be a little fun.

WHAT?! Kara tended to overuse punctuation when upset or shocked, and that habit was showing itself as she typed out additional question marks and exclamations in a separate text.

We can talk about it some more later, Lena promised and spent the rest of her afternoon in between work thinking about a set of ground rules she might impose if they were to agree to Andrea’s demands.

Around six thirty, Supergirl appeared on her balcony so they could have dinner together, and Lena glanced up from her laptop with a smile as the alpha approached and immediately gathered her up.

“I’m already jealous just thinking about Andrea touching you years ago when you were classmates,” Kara admitted and dropped a brown paper bag full of greasy burgers on top of the desk. “Maybe I could take Andrea to the movies, and afterwards when she tries to come onto me, I’ll make an excuse — or I could tell her that on Krypton, we do all kinds of weird things in bed.”

“Be honest with me, Kara,” Lena demanded with a soft flutter of her lashes that always drew Kara’s attention back to her eyes. “If Andrea wasn’t such a bitch, wouldn’t you find her the tiniest bit attractive?”

Kara’s nose scrunched indecisively and she dumped the bag of food out to grab for a carton of fries. She was almost surly as she munched a handful and shrugged. “Sure, I guess so. She’s pretty, but not someone I’d want as a friend, let alone – a person—omega—who I would sleep with—even if it was just a one time situation.”

Lena unwrapped her burger and took a bite as she pondered whether or not she could tolerate sharing Kara with anyone for a night.

“She used to sneak into my bed a lot,” Lena confessed with a glance down the pickle that was sticking out from between her two buns. She pulled the pickle free and chewed it as she casually added, “Honestly, she spent most nights of our senior year fingering me. She was sort of my first.”

Kara inhaled a fry and choked so hard that she frosted the rest of them with her freeze breath. “You never told me that.”

“Why do you think I hated her so much after she betrayed me?” Lena asked with a pointed glance at Kara’s fries, then her eyes traveled lower as she noticed the alpha had an erection. “Look, I’m going into heat soon, and while I’m not sure it’s the best idea, I figured we could invite Andrea to spend a night with us then. She and I shared a friendlier moment recently, and while she acts the Head Bitch in Charge at CatCo, I really do think she’s changed.”

“If you’re okay with this, Lena, then I’m willing to roll with it — but if you’re the slightest bit uncomfortable, just use our safe word and I’ll fly you out of there so fast.” Kara put both of her hands on her hips to show she meant it and Lena squinted back at her. “Could we schedule this whole thing for later in the week, though? I’m writing an article right now and I’m sure Andrea’s going to trash my first two drafts just like she always does.”

“She won’t,” Lena argued and lifted her phone to type out a text message to Andrea. “It will be part of our rules that she treats you not only fairly, but well at work.”

Kara burst into a chuckling fit like she found that funny, but her laughter died down to a snort. “Hey, could we also stipulate that I get my old spot on the floor back?”

Lena smirked as she wrote that into the message, and they both collaborated on a list of demands that would make Kara’s work life much more manageable.

One of Lena’s private rules with Kara was that the alpha would only engage in protected anal sex with Andrea. It would inspire less jealousy that way, and Kara promised she would stick to whatever acts they discussed beforehand, unless Lena greenlit another act with their secret code.

They had designated the word peach as Lena’s signal to go ahead, and their usual safe word cherry to bring a stop to things if their hook-up with Andrea got out of hand.

Lena went ahead and scheduled the tryst for Friday night, and made it a point to book them a penthouse room at The Four Seasons.

“I can’t have her thinking I’d be okay cheating on you in my own bed,” Lena explained when Kara had choked at the expense of the place. “Besides, it’ll give you a grand entrance and we all know Andrea is looking forward to that.”

By Thursday, Lena’s heat was just beginning, and she used her pheromones to her advantage to build Kara’s excitement when they ate lunch together.


On Friday, she texted little reminders of the things she and Andrea had done in boarding school while Kara was stuck at CatCo, and sent a candid up-skirt picture that showed the alpha how wet her panties were. With any luck, by the time Kara flew to their hotel room at six o’clock, she would be visibly hard for the night of debauchery ahead.

“You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” Andrea mused when she arrived half an hour early and scanned the room for any sign of Supergirl.

Lena smirked at the eager scent of her former friend and held out her hand expectantly. “Give me your phone and any other devices you might have on you.”

“Lena, where is the trust?” Andrea admonished, not in the least bit offended as she pursed her lips thoughtfully.

“Where you left it, in Mexico.” Lena dryly stated, then switched her tactics with a flirty smile and confided, “Supergirl asked us to lock them away so we’re not tempted to film any of our antics. I’m sure you understand.”

Andrea reached into her suit jacket and passed over her phone and other Obsidian devices. She hung the jacket over a chair, which left her with bare shoulders in a blouse that was just concealing a push-up bra.

Lena’s eyes fell on her friend’s breasts, and she turned away towards the wet bar before Andrea could mistake her attention for real interest. As attractive as Andrea was with her ample cleavage, Lena knew better than to stare, and she certainly knew better than to think about the last time Andrea had pushed three fingers into her cunt and held her close afterwards.

Her heat was fucking with her head, and Lena poured them each some Scotch and prayed for Kara to join them before they drained their glasses.

“I wonder if Supergirl is alright,” Andrea murmured as she glanced down at her watch and knitted her brows in worry as she looked up toward the window. “Do you think something happened that has her delayed?”

Lena was surprised that Andrea didn’t outright complain about Kara’s punctuality, and even more surprised to note a genuine flicker of concern in her friend’s eyes.

“You actually care.” Lena flung that out in her shock, and then blinked and lifted her neck stiffly to explain herself. “I mean, you actually care about her as more than just a Superpowered Alpha Cock to rail you.”

“Of course I do,” Andrea spat as though truly offended and strode over towards the bed to sit down. “She was so kind to me when your brother hired her as my bodyguard. I felt like I knew her.”

The tiniest smirk pulled at Lena’s lips and she shook her head before that came off as suspicious. “Well, we all see her face on TV often enough, and you do sort of know her through all of her heroic acts.”

Lena decided to sit next to Andrea, not close enough so they could touch — but Andrea had different ideas and closed the gap between them as soon as she was seated.

“Though I don’t agree with what you’re doing to Kara, I have to admit I’m happy you’re part of this package deal.” Andrea swept the hair away from Lena’s neck and breathed in the scent of her heat.

If not for how her heel slid on the carpet and brought her crashing back down, Lena would have jumped up and hurried away from Andrea.

“Kara and I have sort of an open relationship when it comes to Supergirl,” Lena croaked out and dodged Andrea at the right time — as they both spotted Supergirl’s flapping red cape and her very own hero landed impressively on the balcony.

Kara strode inside with the utmost confidence, and Lena’s heat-stricken omega had her breathlessly gushing, “Supergirl.”

“Sorry for the delay, ladies,” Kara exhaled politely, her eyes taking in Lena first with obvious attraction before they trailed down Andrea in interest. “I made a thorough sweep of the city. Hopefully we won’t be interrupted tonight.”

Lena expected nothing less from Kara, ever diligent in keeping the city safe, but it was more than that. She knew her alpha harbored some anxiety about the arrangement they had made with Andrea. It had taken some coaxing on Lena’s part to assure her mate that nothing would change between them, yet before she could offer her girlfriend a drink or her open arms to ease Kara’s nerves, Andrea was on her feet.

“You have no reason to apologize. What you do for all of us is remarkable,” Andrea expressed in a rush, and exuded a sexually submissive scent to entice the alpha closer. “Would you like a drink, or to sit down, or—”

Andrea trailed off and Lena noticed she was staring at the thick outline of Kara’s cock. Supergirl was mildly aroused already, and Andrea looked ready to pounce. “Perhaps a hand with your suit?”

Kara’s eyes widened imperceptibly and flicked to Lena in a silent plea for help.

Of all the moments in their relationship, it was that one that made Lena feel immensely powerful. Kara was deferring to her for approval and to take the lead, and the thrill that elicited was boosting Lena’s ego.

“Give her a moment to unwind, Andrea. There’s a special bottle I’ve kept on ice especially for this occasion.” Lena turned with an enigmatic smirk on her lips and found Andrea blinking back at her curiously.

“Ordinary alcohol is like sipping water for Supergirl,” Lena confided, and motioned to the bucket of ice where a slim blue bottle was perfectly chilled. “Why don’t you pour her a drink while she makes herself comfortable?”

Kara followed Lena’s cues and sat down on one of the comfortable sofas with her arms spread, like she wanted to take up all three of the cushions. It looked like an arrogant alpha sprawl, but Lena knew that Kara did it because she was afraid of the moment Andrea would join her.

Lena beat her to it, and slid into the spot next to her girlfriend to gently palm her cock through the Super suit. She acted like they were alone in the room, and her heat pheromones did half the work of easing Supergirl’s nerves.


“We’re going to have some fun tonight,” Lena intoned, with the full knowledge that if someone was going to make the first move in this situation, it would have to be her.

Lena opened the buttons on her blouse and discarded it to reveal the lacy black bra she had on underneath. Taking off her skirt was just the matter of a few zips, and she stayed tuned into Kara the entire time as she unclasped her bra. She kept her heels and her thong on, but she knew that there was a foolproof way of distracting Kara and that it involved her breasts.

“Ay, qué bonita.” Andrea stopped to watch them while pouring the drink, but when Lena glanced towards her, the other omega motioned for her to continue. “Don’t stop, Lena, show me what you do for Supergirl when she visits your office. Show me what Supergirl likes.”

Lena played with her own breasts, holding them and squeezing with her full hands. She reached for a flavored massage oil and rubbed herself with it, including her sore and sensitive nipples. Each one pebbled to a rosy and aroused color, and Lena thought of the many times she had seduced Kara just with her tits alone.

From the visible erection concealed in Kara’s pants, her seduction was working perfectly. Lena cupped her tits and raised them up, knowing that her voluptuous display would beckon her girlfriend into acting. She thumbed her nipples until they perked even more, ready for Supergirl’s mouth or hands or whatever else the alpha wanted to rub over them.

Supergirl took hold of Lena by the waist to bring her down onto her lap and began to kiss and suck at her breasts while releasing pheromones that always made Lena wet. Lena tried to give her own breast another squeeze and Kara’s hand moved in to intercept her.

“I bet it’s hard to keep Supergirl satisfied, but then again, you always were insatiable, Lena. I mean that as a compliment.” Andrea’s voice was soft and her eyelashes heavy with lust as she took off her own blouse. “I’m somewhat surprised you’d do this while you’re in heat, but I suppose the benefits outweigh any risk. I’m sure after Supergirl was inside you once, it ruined all other alphas for you.”

“It did,” Lena whispered as Kara stared at her in wonder and kissed her breast in a silently worded I love you.

Andrea unclasped her bra with one hand and tossed it over a chair as she settled next to Supergirl on the couch. The eager to please pheromones she released distracted Kara long enough that she finally turned to get an eyeful of Andrea’s heavy breasts when the omega reached out to hand her the drink.

“For you,” Andrea murmured, her hand already roaming over Supergirl’s thigh to feel the solid erection she sported.

“Thank you, Andrea,” Kara choked out, high pitched as the omega’s hand explored the girth of her cock.

Lena sensed the panic in Kara before it even manifested, and moved with ease to rub her warm palm in tandem over the bulge with Andrea. Supergirl gulped down the drink in one swallow and Lena tucked the empty glass aside as she leaned in to kiss at Kara’s neck.

“Relax,” Lena whispered, finding the hidden zipper of Kara’s pants to tug it down. “You can touch her,” she encouraged, torn between jealousy and arousal when Supergirl palmed Andrea’s breast to tweak her nipple.

Lena was shocked when Andrea reached out to thread her fingers through her hair, but she welcomed the contact when her former friend initiated a kiss. The sight of it made Kara groan, and Lena pushed her hand beneath the tight fabric of her super suit to free her cock.

She opened her mouth to taste Andrea’s tongue for Kara’s benefit, and whimpered when her girlfriend let out a growl so exquisite and dominant that she felt Andrea whine submissively into the kiss. Kara’s approval was the biggest of all turn-ons, and Lena caught Andrea by the wrist and entwined their fingers before she brought their linked hands to Kara’s erection. Between them, they were almost able to clasp the entire circumference of Kara’s cock.

“Qué verga muy grande,” Andrea was quick to utter, and used her thumb to glide over the thick and swollen tip of Kara’s length.

The sensual stroking roused Kara’s alpha, and Lena moaned when the Super pulled them both closer to alternately suck on their nipples.

“Put your mouth on her,” Lena urged and did Andrea the favor of gathering back her hair while the omega bent down and positioned her mouth just over the tip of Kara’s cock.

The dripping excitement got all over Andrea’s lips as she began to suck Kara, and Lena’s fingers remained in her friend’s hair to control the oral act. Kara groaned as Andrea’s lips pulled at her thick shaft, and the second Lena felt like her alpha was enjoying it a little too much, she tugged Andrea back and took a turn.

Lena was filthier when deep throating Kara, as if this was suddenly a competition. Her pupils expanded with lustful intent as she worked her mouth wider to take the girthiest part of the alpha’s cock.

“Supergirl loves to come in my mouth,” Lena softly bragged, both her filter and her sense gone as she pushed her lips down to the base of Kara’s cock to swallow down the seed that burst from the alpha. She had no doubt that Kara came so easily in part because of her very jealous scent.

“I really do,” Kara groaned, her hips still rocking to slide deeper into Lena’s throat.

Lena didn’t stop even after she had a taste of Kara on her tongue, and continued to lick up and down the length even when it seemed like Andrea was waiting impatiently for a chance to take over.

“Well you haven't had the chance to experience me,” Andrea huffed, the faintest whiff of envy infusing the air amidst the heady scent of arousal. She looked close to pouting when Lena shifted to finally pull back, and whimpered when Kara’s hand tangled in Lena’s hair to force her mouth back down.

“I will,” Supergirl promised, her voice an octave lower than usual as she leveled Andrea with a look that was almost arrogant. “Touch yourself until I’m ready for you.”

Lena was impressed if not amused by the way Kara took charge simply to foster Andrea’s desire to prove herself worthy. She rewarded the alpha by popping her lips on every suctioning pull she took. The funny thing was, despite knowing that Kara was enacting her own revenge, Lena practically preened at being chosen to service Supergirl.

Andrea was eager to please, and she slid off her pants to reveal sinfully lacy panties that were liberally coated in silken desire. She pushed her hand beneath them without further prompting, and for a precarious second both Supergirl and Lena was riveted to the sight of her fingers moving beneath the sexy panties. Andrea wasn’t bashful, and reclined just enough to let them both watch as she dipped two fingers into herself.

Kara’s cock stiffened further, and Andrea seemed to take pleasure in that as she tugged her panties aside and lilted to Lena, “Keep sucking her. I want to see which of us comes first.”

The faster Lena bobbed her head to gorge herself on Kara’s cock, the deeper Andrea took her fingers. Andrea added a third one when Supergirl’s heavy gaze landed between her thighs and Lena blurred her own lines without forethought when she rested her palm on Andrea’s pelvis and caressed her clit with the pad of her thumb.

Supergirl’s breath hitched, and Andrea groaned wantonly from the added stimulation.

Lena couldn’t signal verbally with her mouth full, so did the next best thing and grabbed the alpha’s hand to place it on Andrea's inner thigh. She used her lips and tongue to express what she wanted, succumbing not only to her heat, but the erotic sound of the both of them enjoying themselves.

Kara helped to spread Andrea’s pussy lips, granting them an unobscured view of Andrea’s shimmering velvet that opened so beautifully for three fingers.

“You’ve always been good at multitasking,” Andrea praised, rolling her hips as she indulged in the raunchy sight of Lena slurping around Supergirl.

“Really worship her cock,” Andrea ordered, sultry and sweet as she made eye contact with Lena. “Make love to it with your mouth.”

Andrea’s dirty talk was really stirring up Lena’s baser instincts and she complied with throaty moans and lavished Kara dutifully. Maybe it was her hormones affecting them all, or just the rare occurrence of having her old lover watch as she blew her secret girlfriend. Whatever it was, it changed their jealousy to a mutual need to heighten one another's pleasure, and Kara’s hand on the nape of her neck was certainly helping.

Lena flicked Andrea’s clit until Kara suddenly took over, and then she hurried to fill her own pussy in excitement. The sloppy sound of her cunt taking two fingers resulted in Kara rocking her hips, and Lena knew she was getting close to exploding when she tipped her head back to groan.

Supergirl’s thumb moved at an incredible speed and Andrea mewled in surprise at the level of bliss the alpha could deliver by hardly touching her at all. She trembled on the couch, gasping as her legs jerked, and Lena moaned at the sight of her friend’s cunt clenching in greedy spasm around her fingers.

Andrea’s orgasm hit right before Kara’s and she almost fell off the couch as she blurted, “Wait Lena, let me have a taste.” The request was followed by Andrea’s hands cupping Lena’s cheeks, and she pulled her in for a kiss before she had the chance to swallow.

Kara was pleasant and far sweeter than any human alpha. Lena knew first hand just how addictive the taste was, and showed no hesitancy as she pushed her tongue between Andrea’s lips to let her experience it for herself. When they parted, Supergirl was staring at them like they were ethereal beings, and her cock was rock hard.


“Should we get a little more comfortable?” Lena asked with a glance towards a box of condoms and the bottles of lubricant she had arranged for their use.

Lena kissed both of them as they all made the move to the bed, and Kara rumbled as Lena reclined on it with her legs spread. She gasped when Andrea’s mouth was the first on her cunt, her lips locked around Lena’s clit.

Kara began massaging her breasts and looping her tongue around Lena’s nipple in time with Andrea’s attentions to her pussy.

The tantalizing warmth of their mouths was a sensual experience like no other and Lena whined from the synchronous teasing. Andrea continued to lick her as Kara covered her cock in latex and stroked over it with lubricant. Neither of them had seen the jeweled plug in Andrea’s bottom, but as Lena shifted around in bed to watch Kara, she noticed that the omega had gone through the extra effort to prepare beforehand.

Lena had stipulated in the rules that they would focus on Andrea’s pleasure first, though she had mixed feelings as she rubbed at her friend’s ass and considered re-directing Kara’s focus with her heat pheromones. She didn’t expect to be so selfish and tamped down that part of herself as she pulled on a thin latex glove. Somehow it was Andrea glancing up at her that took away Lena’s tension and reminded her of the nights they had experimented together before she had even been with an alpha.

“Are you ready to have Supergirl inside of you?” Lena asked, her breath tickling Andrea’s cheek as her gloved fingers worked some lubricant in the groove between the omega’s ass cheeks before taking the plug away.

“Let me ask you something, has she ever fucked your ass before?” Andrea bluntly questioned, and Lena blushed from so frank a discussion of her sexual experiences.

“During rut, it’s almost necessary,” Lena confessed and stroked her fingers over Andrea’s spread hole, the gape of which accepted penetration without resistance.

Andrea’s eyes glazed over as she appeared to consider what pleasures Lena must have delighted in when she was taken by Supergirl fully in rut. She chewed her lip for a moment and then uttered under her breath, “Well I’d be happy to help if the need arises.”

Lena smirked at the offer and spread Andrea’s cheeks with a gentle squeeze when Kara stepped up, ready for action. They shared a meaningful look, and Lena coiled her gloved fingers around Kara’s cock to guide the tip into Andrea’s open and lubricated hole.

Kara’s quiet moan ghosted against her lips when the alpha pushed into Andrea, and the other omega braced against the bed with a groan so filthy Lena whimpered in response.

“Rao, you’re so tight,” Kara rumbled, lost in the gripping warmth of Andrea’s puckered ring. She hooked her arm under the omega to raise her ass even higher and cupped her cunt to keep her in place. The slow rock of her hips forced Andrea forward and Lena steadied her with a hand on the shoulder.

“I think you’ve been fantasizing about this all week,” Supergirl gloated, her fingers rubbing into Andrea’s wet folds to tantalize her clit as she stared directly into Lena’s eyes. “You’ve hungered for my cock, haven’t you?”

Lena’s jaw went slack as Kara spoke so candidly, and watched in fascination as her girlfriend sank even deeper into Andrea’s ass. She squeezed more lubricant over Kara’s shaft as she began to thrust.

“Yes, I can’t help it,” Andrea confessed. “When I saw the size of your knot, I knew I needed to experience it for myself.”


Lena returned to her place on the bed to observe and to rub herself, but to her surprise Andrea shifted closer to lick her again.

Andrea lapped at Lena’s cunt like she had missed the taste of her, and Lena shivered as every moan that Kara fucked out of her friend began vibrating through her cunt. She reveled in every erotic lick and how giving Andrea was with her mouth.

The glide of Andrea’s tongue between her pussy lips was all the more intense because of the eye contact she shared with Kara. Even from her reclining position, she could tell just how deep Kara was buried inside of the other omega, and she wondered if Kara was enjoying the visual.

Kara slammed into the omega’s ass harder after opening her up with enough slower thrusts, and Lena braced her legs around Andrea’s sides to keep her from falling.

When Lena felt a gasp against her cunt, she reached down to stroke Andrea’s hair, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Kara or the alpha’s solid ab muscles and how taut they were mid lunge.

“How does it feel, Andrea?” Lena asked, even though she knew firsthand what it was like to have Supergirl’s cock deep in her ass.

She could almost feel an internal clench just from thinking about it, and Andrea moaned out something incoherent in Spanish as Kara bottomed out. Lena could no longer see where the alpha and the omega separated and she rubbed her cunt to the pretty picture of Andrea stuffed full.

“Keep licking her pussy,” Supergirl growled out, her alpha pheromones thicker as she rutted into Andrea in pursuit of her own pleasure.

Kara wasn’t selfish by nature, though Lena could tell it was selfishness that compelled her girlfriend to make such a command. The alpha wanted to witness her in the throes of ecstasy, and Andrea was quick to bat Lena’s hand away so she could devour her ravenously.

Andrea’s lips wrapped firmly around Lena’s clit and the omega eased two fingers into her desperately empty cunt to rub into the rippling muscles. Lena could hardly catch her breath when her friend began to pump them in and out of her in tandem with Kara’s rapid hips.

The shockwaves of Andrea’s penetration pushed her fingers into Lena harder and it was almost like Kara was fucking her through Andrea. The carnality of the act was sublime and Lena’s half-closed and lust heavy eyelids refused to shut entirely as she focused on Supergirl’s face.

Kara’s cheeks were red, but it wasn’t exertion that made her breath ragged. Lena’s heat pheromones were affecting her, and the alpha inhaled them as her pleasure climbed. She was stroking Andrea between the thighs, her fingers on either side of the omega’s clit so that every plunge of her cock stimulated Andrea.

Their moans were getting hard to distinguish, a dulcet crescendo that aroused each of them and ensured they stayed vocal. Kara’s quiet grunts increased with her speedy hips, and Lena undulated against Andrea’s face when the omega fluttered her tongue over her clit and sucked on it with a moan.

Andrea’s desperate whines reached a peak when Kara pressed her further into the bed and mounted her to finish off with a guttural cry.

Kara pulsed to completion within the latex barrier and Andrea came with a groan into Lena’s cunt, quaking from the force of her orgasm.

Lena was so close to her own climax that she reeked of frustration, and her pitiful whining called to Kara on a deeper, mated level. The alpha pulled out of Andrea and vanished in a blur to remove the condom and clean herself up, and in the two seconds she was gone, Lena had already scrambled onto her knees to present her needy cunt.

“Supergirl, please,” Lena whimpered, and lowered herself down to submit fully for the alpha. “I can’t wait any longer. My heat—”

“Oh you poor thing,” Andrea whispered, and spread Lena’s pussy lips with her thumbs to show off her twitching entrance. It was gripping in anticipation of Kara’s cock, and Andrea soothed her with reassurances.

Lena’s begging whines should have hurried Kara along, but she sensed that her girlfriend was still standing by the night table with the box of condoms in hand. She knew instinctively that the alpha didn’t want to wear one, even though they agreed that it would be for the best in front of Andrea.

Her utterly pathetic scent should have brought Kara to her, and yet her pheromones also worked against her, because the alpha wanted to mate with her while she was in heat.

Kara ripped open the condom packet and rolled the fresh latex down her shaft like it was the
last thing she wanted, and then she strode over to get on the bed. Andrea stayed by Lena, smoothing her hands over her back and threading her fingers through her hair as she watched Supergirl enter Lena’s cunt. The first few inches sank in fast, and then the rest was a struggle as Lena’s inner passage tried to clamp around the alpha in desperation to keep her inside.

The latex separated Lena from Kara’s true warmth and her begging whines swelled the alpha’s cock to compensate for the fact that they weren’t engaging as usual. Lena at times could release just as possessive pheromones as Kara, and her omega was digging its claws into the alpha as Andrea caressed them both.

“Are you going to knot in her already?” Andrea asked with clear intrigue for how Kara’s girth stretched out Lena’s heated cunt.

“Not yet,” Kara grunted. “Lena needs this from me. She likes it when I’m especially rough on her heat days.”

With a quickening roll of her hips, Kara made it all fit and Lena submitted internally to inch after thick inch. The fast strokes of Kara’s cock inside of her was enough to keep her sated for the time being, but she was giving off the pheromones of an omega who wanted to breed rather than mate, and she had no way of hiding that. Kara became frenzied from the scent and moved like she wanted the condom to pop.

“The two of you are so sexy together,” Andrea remarked and reached down to cup Lena’s cheek in appreciation of her. “I’m so lucky you opened your bedroom to me.”

If Lena was of clearer mind she would have reminded Andrea that it wasn’t much of a choice, but when her friend's hand lowered to palm her sensitive breasts, all was forgiven.

She moaned from the extra attention until Kara growled low in her throat like her alpha was staking claim. Andrea dropped her hand immediately and parted her knees for Supergirl, her soft whines seeking approval as she bared her pussy.

“You can touch her when I tell you,” Kara asserted, an edge to her voice that was pure alpha as she fucked into Lena with superpowered thrusts that pinned her to the bed.

Kara put her thighs into every thrust and tangled her hand in Lena’s hair to tug on. The slight sting evoked a filthy moan from Lena and a deluge of slick coated her inner thighs when Kara hooked her arms under her and raised her up so that she was practically sitting on her cock. It exposed Lena fully, her tits bouncing with the rapid charge of Kara’s bucks, and Andrea gaped at the split of her cunt. Their combined needy scent was feeding Supergirl’s ego and Lena gasped when her girlfriend bit at her neck to suck on her racing pulse.

“Tease her nipples, Andrea. Get her wetter for me,” Kara rumbled, holding Lena in place with a hand around her throat.

Andrea was quick to comply, taking handfuls of Lena’s breasts to bring her nipples to her mouth. She sucked on each of them, moaning encouragement for Lena to take Supergirl’s cock harder. “Te gusto eso? Quieres mas, mi amorcito?”

“Please,” Lena exhaled breathlessly, her heat so wild that she required both of them to quell the fire of her libido. Andrea’s lips puckered around her nipple, and she swirled her tongue around her areola before sucking diligently. Lena’s head fell back and Kara took advantage by nipping and licking at the column of her throat. She was still unclaimed, and the pressure of the alpha’s teeth kept her shamelessly wanton.

Lena gyrated into Kara’s cock, fucking herself while the alpha hammered into her, and whimpered when Andrea used her thumb to glide across her clitoris. “Oh fuck, yes--”

“Make her come on my cock and then you can do the same,” Kara announced suddenly, feeding into the erotic energy that the three of them created. She could have easily gotten Lena off on her own, but the alpha wanted to watch how Andrea touched her girlfriend.

Lena was so turned on by how hard it made Kara that it only took a few firmer flicks across her clit while Andrea sucked on her tits and then she was coming so hard she soaked the bed and her friends hand. Neither one of them stopped, Kara continued to bottom out with rougher lunges to push through her rippling muscles, and Andrea worked her thumb even faster into Lena’s clit. The overwhelming bliss rendered her a shuddering, gasping mess and she strained against Kara as her limbs jerked and her pussy entered a second stream of intense spasm.

“Such a beautiful sight,” Andrea lilted, soothing Lena’s sex swollen cunt with her slippery fingers. She massaged the wide base of Supergirl’s cock and gasped when the shaft jerked in release. Kara emptied thick ropes of come into the latex with an appraising groan, and pulled out to let Lena melt into Andrea who caught her as she fell forward, limp and euphoric.

Supergirl removed the condom just to tear into another, and she sheathed herself in latex as Andrea reclined in bed with Lena on top of her. They were kissing again, languid and sensual while Andrea’s hands mapped Lena’s curvaceous body.

Kara praised their languid undulations with soft intermittent growls and Lena shivered when her alpha squeezed at her ass to rock her into Andrea. The gentle grind rubbed her cunt against her friend’s and she whined when Kara teased at her sensitive entrance with two fingers.

“Should I have you again, Lena?” Kara mused aloud, giving her just enough attention to make her cunt ache with the absence of her knot. “Or should I give Andrea a turn?”

There was no real rivalry between them this time, only begging as Andrea whined and spread her legs while Lena tried to present again.

“You said it would be my turn, Supergirl,” Andrea insisted, and attempted to roll Lena off of her to better offer up her cunt. “Look at how wet and ready I am for you, please, I need your knot.”

“I need it more,” Lena whimpered, holding onto Andrea’s shoulders to stay on top of her as she raised her ass up to flaunt her still gaping entrance. “You know how desperate I am for your cock when I’m in heat.” She knew she would be a delectable rouge, glistening and inviting to Kara’s alpha.

“You can fuck her after me,” Andrea stressed while her hips rocked into air, her frustration tangible when Kara stroked her inner thighs. “You can be quick. Use your powers. Just take me. Please, Supergirl, you can do anything.”

That phrase knocked the air out of Kara’s lungs and Lena made a distressed sound that was close to a wail. The alpha was waiting for them to choose, and Lena was so feverish with need that she whispered “Peach” almost silently.

“What?” Andrea uttered in confusion, her hips stilling as she checked on Lena with a hand to her cheek.

“Each,” Lena whispered, turning to look Kara in the eye as she pleaded, “I said do each of us, at the same time.”

With her Super hearing, there was no question that Kara heard the signal to go ahead, and she pushed her cock into Andrea just to slide out and back into Lena. Their begging whines earned them both attention, and Lena gloated with her pheromones whenever Kara chose to stay inside of her longer. It worked the alpha up to have two omegas whining for sexual gratification and Lena groaned at the force Kara used. In all the months that they had been sleeping together, even when frustrated and riled, Kara hadn’t railed her quite so hard.

The friction she created with Andrea was exciting them all, and Lena moaned as she reaped the rewards. It was exhilarating to watch the way Andrea’s eyes rolled as the alpha took a turn with her, how her luscious lips parted just enough to gasp and groan before she ultimately cried praises in her natural tongue. Lena found herself enthralled by the pleasure they were both receiving, and when Kara slammed into her with enough brute force to jolt her forward, Andrea caught her with eager hands.

They shared heated breath, both coasting on their bliss. When Andrea began to squeeze and play with her breasts and tender nipples, Lena returned the favor by pushing a hand between them to finger Andrea’s clit. The more they whined and moaned, the faster Kara fucked them.

Supergirl unleashed dominant pheromones to feel the tight spasm of their cunts. From the way Andrea’s entire body went rigid and her breath hitched, Lena could see she was about to come.

Kara knew it, too, and Lena humiliated herself with a sob of frustration when the alpha pulled out to bury her shaft inside Andrea with a filthy groan. The slam of the alpha’s hips only stilled when Andrea let out a long keening moan and Lena whimpered as her friend’s cunt squeezed the seed out of her girlfriend. The heavy weight of Kara’s hand on Lena’s lower back was hardly a consolation when her cunt was woefully under fucked.

Lena shivered so violently that Andrea wrapped her arms around her, and the slick sound of Kara pulling out put Lena into a frenzy. She was on her knees and grappling with the alpha’s hands in an attempt to get her cock.

“No wait, you’re not done.” Lena pleaded, her pheromones reeking of submission as she positioned herself into a breeding stance.

Andrea moaned at the sight of her pink hole stretched so obscenely, and spoke for Lena without a second thought. “She needs you to fuck her without protection.”

The assertiveness startled Lena, but her friend was correct, and she stretched even lower when Andrea reached forward and rolled the condom off Kara’s enlarged cock.

“It’s true,” Lena agreed breathlessly, her seductive scent luring Kara closer as effectively as her words.

Kara groaned despite herself, her hands tight on Lena’s hips to stop her from backing into her cock as she valiantly tried to resist her own desires, “But we—”

“Look at her, Supergirl.” Andrea whispered, sliding her hands down Lena’s backside to stretch her pretty pussy even further for the alpha’s lustful gaze. “Lena is fully in heat. You’ll never be able to satisfy her wearing one of those.”

“Please,” Lena croaked, unable to do anything else as slick pooled at her entrance and drizzled lazily down her thighs as if her cunt was weeping to be filled.

“Be the alpha she needs and claim her cunt with your seed,” Andrea encouraged, and when that wasn’t enough to convince Kara into acting, she used her mouth instead.

Andrea was provocatively sloppy as she gave head, rolling her tongue around Supergirl’s shaft and working her lips over the head with dirty sounding moans that sent her moisture trickling down her shaft.

The sudden oral worship must have pushed any worries out of Kara’s mind because the second Andrea sat up, she rammed her cock into Lena’s eager hole and mounted her like she intended to knot.

“Fuck,” Lena hissed, fisting the sheets while Kara gripped at her hips so roughly her porcelain skin would have bruises that looked like inky fingerprints all over it.

“You want me to come inside you, Lena?” Kara exhaled in a rush, her own excitement unstoppable now that she was finally bare inside of Lena. She obviously wasn’t thinking of anything else when she announced arrogantly, “I’ll fill you with so much that your womb will know I’m your alpha.”

Andrea moaned in tandem with Lena, her own sultry scent a clear sign that she was loving every second of seeing Supergirl rail her friend. “Give her everything, Supergirl, leave her a pretty mess that I can clean up.”

Lena couldn’t see Andrea due to her face pressing into the sheets, but she could hear her excited breaths and the slick sound of her fingers as she pleasured herself.

Kara’s momentum kept her pinned to the bed and Lena wouldn’t have cared if the image of them fucking was broadcast across the nation when Kara leaned forward and bit her neck just shy of breaking the skin. It was the perfect balance of rough and loving and Lena’s cunt convulsed around Kara’s knot-swollen cock.

“Rao, Lena,” Kara groaned, unable to hold back when Lena’s clenching heat massaged the full length of her cock. From base to tip her shaft pulsed as surge after surge of creamy seed spurted into Lena’s eager passage.

Even in such a heat affected state, Lena trusted that her girlfriend would pull out before her knot took hold. It pained her to feel such absence, but she was immensely grateful that Kara showed such self control. The alpha’s seed worked as a balm for Lena’s fevered omega and she rubbed it into her inflamed pussy as Kara admired the sight of her so debauched.

“You two are really intense when you get going,” Andrea murmured, her lazy tone sinfully seductive as she sprawled out to lightly stroke Lena’s sensitive slit. “Maybe next time I’ll get to see what you’re like in rut.”

The flirtatious lilt to Andrea’s words didn’t stop the way Kara almost inhaled her own tongue, and she turned to Lena with wide panicked eyes, “Next time?”

“I’ve made no promises,” Lena clarified with a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. That was a conversation for another time, one that would only involve her and Kara.